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| Topic Started: Oct 11 2015, 09:25 PM (251 Views) | |
| xShanex | Oct 11 2015, 09:25 PM Post #1 |
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CZW Presents: Horrorcore Long, sweeping shots of the full-house crowd in the Barclays Center show a sea of die-hard CZW fans on the edge of their seats. As their sight turns up to the crane cameras over their heads, they break out into a “CZW! CZW!” chant that grows louder and louder with each repetition. There are hundreds of signs floating around in the crowd. Some read: “THIRD TIME’S THE CHARM” “KILJOY DOES BIRTHDAY PARTIES!” And “I MELT IN YOUR MOUTH” held by the CZW Sign Troll, who is dressed in an M&M Halloween Costume! “Doormats” by E. Town Concrete blasts through arena as the name “Derek Damage” flashes on the screen, and in a tidal wave of humanity all in attendance jump to their feet in roaring applause. Onto the entrance ramp appears Derek Damage dressed to kill a new black suit and tie. He stands at the top of the ramp with a smile that could not be any bigger across his face. The crowd erupts in a “WEL-COME BACK! WEL-COME BACK!” chant, as Damage bows to them, then motions to the entry way behind him. A dozen others follow him onto the stage. People of every gender, every age, every walk of life form a crowd behind him as Damage leads them all to the ring, slapping hands with the fans at ringside! As he does, a familiar pair of voices pop into our ears. Daniels: “Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome back to the Mecca of violence, the capital of pain! Welcome back to CZW Overdrive! I’m Jarred Daniels, and once again next to me at the broadcast table is none other than the FORMER owner of “Combat Pro”, William Masters!” Masters: “……” Daniels: “Why the long face, Bill?” Masters: “That’s supposed to be my new suit……*sigh*…” Daniels: “Allllll right. Our friend from across the pond here can deal with his baggage while we send it to Jessica Towers at ringside to announce the return of our leader, Derek Damage!” The camera cuts back to Damage and his gang of everymen and women as they climb up the ring steps and enter through the ropes. Towers: “Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome back the owner of Combat Zone Wrestling, Dereeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaamaaaaaage!” Damage takes the microphone from Towers setting it under his arm to clap with the rest of the people in the ring and in the audience. He brings the microphone up to his mouth, and with a deep breath, yells, Damage: “WELCOME TO CZW!” Another “CZW!” chant works up from the crowd, mixed in with a “Thank You Damage!” chant. Damage: “I know I said this on the last go around, but no, THANK YOU!” Damage points to various fans around the ring, their faces coming up on the giant Combatron at the top of the ramp. Damage: “You and you and you! All of you are the reason this is possible! You’re all proof that no matter what happens, CZW is more than just a wrestling promotion! CZW is a family, and family never dies!” Damage turns to the group of people standing behind him. Damage: “Now, I’d like to introduce you to a few members of our family. These people behind me are CZW. Without these people, I would not be standing here as, once again, the owner of the CZW. Through donations of their hard-earned money, these people are the ones to thank! These and so many others, from old faces of the CZW roster which you’ll no doubt hear from, to hundreds of members of the Combat Nation here tonight!” Once again, multiple faces in the crowd appear on the screens throughout the arena. Damage: “Now we can rightfully say that CZW belongs to us all but enough with the sentiment! You all came here for one thing: action! So let’s send it back to Jessica Towers to announce our first match!” “Doormats” plays once more as Damage waves to the fans, and exits the ring along with the rest of his group. They turn back once more as they reach the top of the ramp and Damage gives a quick “WOO!” which is returned by the fans, before disappearing to the back. MATCH 1 COSTUME BATTLE ROYAL WINNER ENTERS THE X-DIVISION CHAMPIONSHIP MAIN EVENT! “Trick or Treat…” plays over the PA and the fans go crazy as the contestants for the costume battle royal make their way to the ring. The costumed individuals are as follows: Jason Voorhees Michael Meyers Godzilla A person in a cheap ghost outfit that is essentially just a bedsheet with eye-holes Two individuals wearing the comedy and tragedy masks A particularly hyper fellow wearing a jack-o-lantern mask and carrying a pumpkin pail A sinister-looking devil Guy Fawkes The Ghostface from Scream A mangle-faced zombie Spiderman A psychotic looking clown And finally, two individuals wearing those creepy horse masks. All fifteen individuals pile into the ring one after another and try to make as much space in between them as possible. The fans cheer loudly before the bell finally sounds and all hell breaks loose! Almost immediately the comedy and tragedy tandem team up on the zombie, kicking him and striking him with elbows! Guy Fawkes snags Godzilla and drives him into the turnbuckle snout-first! The devil drops the cheap ghost with a loud enziguiri kick! Jason and Michael Meyers trade massive strikes in a horror-villain showdown! Spiderman deftly flips around the killer clown, but ends up being hit by a double-dropkick from the horse-faces! As they stand up, the clown takes them both down with a double clothesline! Following THAT, the jack-o-lantern swings his pumpkin pail like a weapon, knocking the clown to the mat! The devil continues to beat the clumsy ghost with stomps and kicks. The ghost, flailing around as his eye-holes seem to be off-kilter, stumbles to his feet, only to eat a massive superkick from the devil, which takes him over the ropes and eliminates him from the match, the shroud falling off in the process to reveal EWA’s resident curtain-jerker, Ivan A. Jobalot! Taking advantage of the double-team, Comedy and Tragedy lift the zombie up for a double suplex. At the same time, Godzilla back-kicks Guy Fawkes and throws him INTO Comedy and Tragedy, causing the zombie to break free mid-move! Zombie DDT’s Tragedy with authority! Jack-O-Lantern stops swinging the pumpkin around and reaches inside of it, pulling out a strange coconut monkey that old-school CZW fans immediately recognize as Loki! Jack measures the Clown with Loki, attempting to use it as a weapon, and charges in! The Clown counters and back-drops Jack out OVER the ropes! In a mad panic, Jack removes his mask, revealing himself to be SPECIAL ED COVEY! Ed finds Loki and, upon confirming that the poor monkey is unhurt, merrily makes his way to the back. Still slugging it out, Jason Voorhees charges Michael Meyers with a massive clothesline, which Meyers ducks! Jason hits the Clown! Clown goes over the ropes and out of the match! Unmasked as Axel St. James, the killer clown glares at the ring before heading to the back. Spiderman has made his way to the top rope, leaping off at the zombie, connecting with a dropkick! Zombie hits the mat hard. Spiderman gets up to a loud pop, but ends up being grabbed from behind and tossed over the top rope! Spiderman holds on! Skins the cat! Ghostface with a thunderous boot to the face! Spiderman sails back over the top and to the floor, to be unmasked and revealed as NJAW international star Kabuki Goto! Double-superkick to Ghostface from the Comedy and Tragedy duo! Ghostface spills to the floor! He angrily removes his mask to be revealed as Ricky Riot! Zombie charges in with a clothesline attempt, but Comedy and Tragedy instead backdrop HIM out of the ring, landing atop Riot! The Zombie pulls his mask in disappointment to reveal himself as EWA’s “Twisted” Todd Anderson! In the center of the ring, one of the horse-masked individuals drops to all fours, his partner springboarding off his back, catching Comedy with a single-leg dropkick! Comedy spills out! The horse-face quickly gets up but Tragedy ducks his wild swing, and tosses the horse over as well! The other horse-face plows into Tragedy with a huge lariat and BOTH of them spill to the outside! Comedy and Tragedy and the horse-face masks get in each other’s faces and unmask…with Comedy and Tragedy being Seanix Winters and Gauge Breckenridge from UKWF…and the horse-faces being Shaun Dray and Will Watley ALSO from UKWF! The Vandals attempt to smooth things over with Skyline, apparently offering to buy them drinks. Skyline look to each other and just shrug, apparently agreeing as all four head up the ramp to the back. In the ring, the remaining contestants, Guy Fawkes, Godzilla, Michael Meyers, Godzilla and Jason Voorhees pace about, looking for an opportunity to strike. Fawkes feints one way and then clotheslines Meyers to the ground. He is then speared to the mat by Jason! Godzilla goes to join the fray but Devil grabs him by his tail! He yanks him back and catches him around the waist, hoisting him up and driving him to the mat in a German suplex! Jason picks up Fawkes and throws him over the ropes! Fawkes holds on and crouches on the apron as Jason turns his attention to Meyers. Meyers with an uppercut! Meyers and Jason grapple against the ropes, each trying to force the other out! Fawkes comes back into the ring and surprises the both of them, tipping them both over the ropes to the outside! Jason pulls his mask off to reveal MATT COVEY! Meyers reveals himself to be MAYNARD O’TOOLE!! Fawkes taunts the two of them from inside the ring, but the devil scoops him up and dumps him over as well! Fawkes stands up, and Maynard rips the mask off of him to reveal K.C. Kash! Kash attempts to calm Maynard down, which seems to be working until Covey drops Kash with a stiff kick to the groin! Laughing, Maynard and Covey head to the back. In the ring, the Devil thinks he’s won the match, but seems to have overlooked GODZILLA!! Godzilla grabs the devil and pitches him over! Devil lands on the apron! Godzilla charges with a clothesline, but Devil drops down, pulling the top rope low and Godzilla’s momentum works against him, sending the destroyer of Tokyo to the floor! Yoshi Naniwa’s mask comes off in the fall! The bell rings and the Devil enters the ring, pulling off his mask. “Her Name Is Alice” begins to play and the crowd erupts into jeers as “the Vile One,” Tommy Ventura is announced as the winner of the battle royal and the third entrant into the X-Division Title match and main event of Horrorcore! WINNER: TOMMY VENTURA The camera cuts outside in the parking lot where a black SUV limousine has just pulled in, crawling to a stop as the camera crew rushes up. From the right side, Ryan Lewis runs into frame, a microphone in-hand. As they grow close, the driver of the limo exits the vehicle and moves toward the back and opening the door for the passenger. As the door opens, Cassidy Shane steps into view, dressed in a glittering black dress with a frantic look on her face and a cellphone to her ear. Cassidy: “No…No I don’t know when! It doesn’t matter when, it just matters that we stop-” Lewis: “Cassidy? Cassidy! What are you doing here?” As Lewis speaks, Cassidy snaps her phone down, turning to Lewis in desperation. Cassidy: “Have you seen Ryan?!” Lewis: “Wait, Ryan? Ryan Shane? Why would I have seen…..wait, Ryan Shane’s in the building?!” Lewis’ eyes go wide, turning back to the camera crew. Lewis: “Go, go! Somebody find Derek Damage! Tell security to look for a man with tattoos!” As the crew and Lewis go running, Cassidy looks around concerned, speaking again with the person on the phone as we cut back ringside. MATCH 2 JIGGA C VS ROBBIE KING W/ MIKE KING The Joe Perry guitar opening of "Living on the Edge" blast through the arena as Mike King leads his protege Robbie King to the ring. Robbie rolls into the ring and poses on the middle and bottom ropes posing for the crowd. King walks to his corner where Mike King gives him some pointers on the match. Daniels: "Big Match up coming up here Will, we've got the young Robbie King being led down to the ring by his older brother Mike King, former CZW star and you have got to assume he's nervous here tonight." Masters: "Once again you show your ignorance Jarred, Mike King is a former champion here in CZW and there's not a chance in the world his brother isn't prepared for tonight. Jigga C doesn't stand a chance, I don't care what you say." Mike continues to whisper advice into Robbies ear as Robbie crack his knuckle, waiting for his opponent to show. New God Flow by Pusha T explodes over the PA system as Jigga C pops up dancing at the center of the ramp. He dances down the ramp, clearly hyped up for his return bout in CZW. Daniels: "And here comes Jigga C, long time CZW veteran. It's gotta feel good to be back and ready to go." Masters: "Of course he's excited. This is CZW Jarred, not some amateur show." Jigga slides into the ring, bumping his fist into the air three times before slamming it down causing pyro to erupt from the four ringposts. Jigga smirks at Robbie King, who slowly slides into the ring, eyeing him up and down. The referee rings for the bell as the match comes under way. Robbie circles around Jigga, staring at him intently. Jigga laughs, taunting at Robbie before tying up with him in the center of the ring. Jigga throws a quick kick to the ribs and locks in a side chinlock, squeezing down on Robbie's neck before Robbie quickly pushes Jigga off and backs away, rubbing at his chin while Jigga bounces from one foot to the other, smiling the whole time. Daniels: "Jigga C clearly confident here tonight, seemingly taunting Robbie King! Almost as if to say I know more than you, let's just see you try." Masters: "Well Jarred, he's not wrong. Jigga has been doin' this for a long time, and Robbie hasn't. It's simple Math. He's a vet, there's nothing Robbie's got that Jigga ain't seen." Both men quickly tie up in the center of the ring again, with Jigga once again gaining the upper hand, locking in another chinlock. Robbie struggles out and pushes Jigga away. Jigga smirks again, raising one arm to indicate another tie up. As Robbie tentatively begins to interlock his fingers in Jigga's, Jigga slaps Robbie across the face! Robbie's eyes flare with anger as he spears a surprised Jigga C down to the mat, raining blows down on Jigga's head. Jigga raises his arms above his head, trying to shield himself from the onslaught! Jigga quickly slithers out from between Robbie's legs and rolls out of the ring, holding his jaw and mumbling complaints. Robbie however is right behind him and quickly spins Jigga around and plants him to the ground with a vicious clothesline. Daniels: "A vicious clothesline and down goes Jigga C!" Masters: "That's what happens when you get cocky, what'd I tell ya Daniels, Mike has his brother primed and ready for tonight!" Robbie rolls into the ring to quickly break the count and then returns to ringside. Jigga rolls onto all fours and starts crawling away and towards the steel steps perhaps to pull himself up, but once again Robbie is right on top of him. He lifts Jigga up by his hair and attempts to slam his face down into steel steps, but it's blocked! Robbie throws a quick punch to Jigga's ribs and attempts to smash his face into the cold steel again, but as Jigga's body moves forward he slips out of Robbie's grasp and instead pushes Robbie's face into the steel ring post with a resounding thud! Robbie reels backwards, somewhat dazed by the impact only to quickly to be irish whipped into the barricade by Jigga! Robbie's ribs slam into the barrier, bouncing back towards the ringside only to be met by a vicious dropkick straight to the chin by Jigga. Daniels: "Jigga finding some offense here, and Robbie needs to be careful he doesn't let Jigga get into a groove here." Masters: "Of course Robbie knows not to let that happen Daniels!" Jigga rolls back into the ring, stopping the count, as Robbie slowly climbs to his feet. Jigga waits until Robbie is almost back to his feet before he sprints full spreed and dives over the top rope toppling into Robbie! The crowd loudly starts to chant as both men lay on the floor recovering. Jigga is the first to rise, pulling Robbie up with him and rolling him under the bottom rope before following him into the ring. Jigga covers Robbie for a quick 2 count. Jigga lifts Robbie up and whips him into the corner following it up with a stiff clothesline, laying out Robbie. Again Jigga goes for the quick victory only to have Robbie once again kick out. Daniels: "Jigga trying to end this match earlier William, that's two quick pins for the wily vet." Masters: "Yeah and that's smart strategy, he knows that he needs to end this quickly if he wants to walk out of here with the win." Jigga lifts Robbie up only to slam him back down to the mat with a quick body slam. He then hops over Robbie's body up to the second turnbuckle only to springboard himself off it into a perfectly executed Moonsault. However, Robbie seems to have the move scouted because as Jigga's torso connects not with Robbie's stomach, but with his knees instead. Jigga rolls around the ring, clutching his stomach in pain as Robbie slowly pulls himself up and immediately grabs Jigga by the head and plants him onto the mat with a DDT from his knees. Robbie hooks the leg of the lifeless Jigga and gets a 2 count before Jigga kicks out. Robbie wastes no time, and quickly stands stomping down on Jigga's head and torso. He then lifts Jigga up and hooks his arms around the waist and lifts Jigga up into a German suplex. However Robbie doesn't unlock his hands and slowly lifts Jigga up for another German. Daniels: "What a vicious suplex there!" Masters: "If I'm Jigga C this is what I was afraid of, you can't let Robbie start the beat down. This could be over really quick Daniels." Robbie drags Jigga over into the corner before laying more vicious boots to the body. Robbie backs up towards the center of the ring, and sprints driving his knee into the face of Jigga C, flattening him into the corner. Robbie goes for the pin but once again only gets a 2 count. Robbie clearly begins to get frustrated as he grabs Jigga by the head, lifts him up to his feet and throws him over the top rope and to the floor below. Robbie slides outside, pushing the hair out his eyes as he walks over to his brother, discussing tactics with him. Jigga slowly pulls himself up by the ring apron only to be met by another vicious clothesline from the younger superstar. Robbie lifts Jigga up onto his feet only to whip him shoulder first into the steel steps, causing a vicious clang to reverberate around the capacity arena. Jigga lies crumpled up and motionless next to the steel steps as Robbie rolls into the ring to stop the count. Daniels: "Robbie in complete control now, I'm surprised at how this match is going so far." Masters: "I told you Daniels, Mike King would have his brother ready for tonight and so far he absolutely has." Robbie rolls Jigga back into the ring and goes for a pin but is denied with yet another 2 count. Robbie sits on his knees, staring off into the crowd, wiping the hair and sweat from his eyes. He throws several hard punches down on Jigga's face. Robbie picks up Jigga, and places his head into the DDT position, smirking at the crowd and shouting. Jigga however breaks free of his grasp and hits a huge enziguri off the skull of Robbie, laying both men out and causing the crowd to explode. Both men slowly get to their feet, Robbie reaching his first and rushes for Jigga! Jigga ducks under the attempted clothesline and starts hitting stiff chops to Robbie's chest, causing the crowd to cheer upon every connection. Jigga chops Robbie back into the corner and hits chop after chop until Robbie sinks down into a sitting position in the corner. Jigga stares off into the crowd as they cheer, raising his hand in the air. He jumps onto the bottom rope for leverage and lifts himself into the air, landing with both feet into Robbie's chest, causing Robbie's body to convulse in pain. Mike tries to climb onto the apron but the referee meets him there, along with Jigga as they shout at each other, while this happens Robbie sneaks up behind Jigga and rolls him up! The referee turns and begins the count but is stopped short at 2. Robbie slams his fist down into the mat before getting to his feet. He swings wildly in frustration at a staggered Jigga C, but Jigga Ducks under it and lands the Jigga-plex out of nowhere!! Jigga hooks the leg and gets the three count for the win! Daniels: "What a match! Jigga C out of nowhere with the Jigga-Plex and what a huge win here at HorrorCore" Masters: "I can't believe it! Robbie and Mike King have to be furious there, it's rookie mistakes. Letting his temper get the best of him!" Jigga raises his hands in the air as his theme blares over the PA system and the camera fades to black. Winner: Jigga C The camera returns to the back as Derek Damage is being escorted through the halls by a detailed security team. They arrive at the door to his office shortly after the camera finds them. Damage: “Stay out here, boys. I’ll just be a few minutes. Thanks.” Damage enters his office, leaving his team outside. The office is dark save for a small desk lamp. He walks over to his desk, checking his drawer for something, but stops as he notices something new on his desk: a white envelope. He opens the envelope, holding its contents towards the light to see what it says, but his body freezes and his face goes pale as a grim, melancholic voice half-whispers to him from the darkness. ???: “You’re a monster, Damage.” It takes Damage no time at all to recognize the voice. Damage: “….R-Ryan….” Indeed, there in the corner stands Ryan Shane, face blank outside of his eyes now wide and held onto the floor. Ryan doesn’t move. In fact, he barely takes a breath. Shane: “No matter how many times I beat you….you just come back. Every other one, Fiscus, Pablo, all gone….but you….you can’t die….” A small grin forms on his otherwise stone face. Shane: “Just like me.” Damage: “What do you want, Ryan?” Shane: “You know.” Damage finally looks at the now illuminated papers, revealing Ryan’s renewed CZW contract, save for a signature from Damage himself. Damage: “Never.” Shane: “See…..I was expecting that.” Ryan moves from the shadows into the open light, his eyes now obviously sunken like he hadn’t slept in days. Shane: “You keep telling the people about how the brave new shareholders made this possible….you know who one of those major shareholders is? Me.” Ryan leans closer over the desk, forcing Damage to recoil back slightly. Shane: “I can end everything with the shares I hold, but Derek, I’m not a bad guy, really. I want to help. You sign that contract, you give me what I want, and I’ll hand you my shares, no questions asked.” Damage: “What else you got?” Ryan quirks an eyebrow. While he maintains his intimidating stature, there’s a new quiver to his lip that Damage had never seen before. Shane: “I’ll owe you one. I can hear it now, Damage. It’s like fingers digging into my brain. I need it, Damage, so sign the papers.” Damage lays the documents flat onto his desk, rubbing his chin, a bead of sweat rolling down his face. Damage: “You owe me. Get out of my office.” Shane nods like a junky whose just received his fix, storming toward the door and throwing it open, plunging the dark room with light once more and catching the sight of Derek’s guards. Damage: “Let him pass!....Let him pass…..” Shane shoots the guards a wild glare, before storming down the hall, the image of Damage’s name upon his contract fresh in his mind. MATCH 3 ROSCOE PRICE VS TIM TIMMONS “You're Going Down” begins to pump out over the PA system as CZW's own Tim Timmons makes his return to the combat zone. Tim marches down and into the ring and poses on the top rope, soaking in the rare warm reception form the CZW faithful. He climbs down and waits in his corner. Now the lights die down and the suond of a Harmonica ring out. After few moments Carson Myers and Roscoe Price are out, making their CZW debut. Timmon's stares intently as the giant steps over the ropes to make his way into the ring. The Bell rings and both men walk out to the center, Timmon's jabbering on as Roscoe stands silent. Tim spend the first few seconds of the match taunting the newcomer. He eventually gives Roscoe a shove. Price responds by wrapping both hands around Tim's throat and backing him all the way back into his corner then sending tim across the ring with a big biel toss. Tim gets back up, obviously shocked at Price's strength. Now a little bit more careful Tim goes behind and puts a waist lock on the bigman, who is too tall to strick back with elbows. Instead Roscoe begins to trash around and eventually swing Tim off. Tim is qickly back up though and charging, but alas, he is caught again, this time by the throat. Roscoe lifts Tim up but Tim is able to grab him by the head and pull the gaint's face into his knee. Rocoe drops Tim and he makes the best of it my immeditaly wailing on Price with right hands. Roscoe shoves him away but Tim gets right back on him. Timmons suddenly stops this attack and hits the ropes comes back with a running dropkick to the knee, sending the giant down to one knee. Tim follows up with a big boot to the skull but Price still doesn't fall. Timmon's quickly get's on the other side and trys to hook Price up for a pump-handle slam but Roscoe is too big for Tim to even get the move started. Price gets his hand free and starts throwing punches up at Tim's head. Tim quickly realies his mistake and lets go. He moves across the ring and waits for Price to stumble up. Timmons charges again and jumps for the Facebreaker portion of the TTO but Price uses his power to keep standing when he catches Tim behind the legs. Tim screams no as Price walks to the middle of the ring, still Holding Tim up in the air. Price trys to throw Timmons over his shoulders but the King of Chaos is miraculously able to turn this into a sunset flip. Price does not fall though, instead he reaches down and grabs Tim by the throat once more and yanks him up. Timmons lashes out with punch after punch, trying to break free but it's only after he starts kneeing Roscoe in the gut does he get that freedom. With Roscoe rocked, Tim grabs him and hooks him up for a brainbuster but once again Roscoe's size prevents it. Roscoe instead takes Tim up and drops him with a gourdbuster. Timmons rolls out of the ring where a laughing Carson Myers is waiting. Carson gets too close for comfort and gets grabbed by Tim. Tim pulls back for a punch but before he's able to deliver it he's grabbed by the head by Roscoe who is leaning over the ropes. Price pulls Tim onto the apron but Tim, tired of getting powered around, reaches up and hooks the eyes and nose of the monster. Roscoe releases and stumbles back into the middle of the ring, clearly a little blinded. Tim makes his way up to the top rope and dives off with a double axe handle, only to be swatted down by Price! Timmons creeps up to his feet, but screams in pain as Price grabs his head with both hands like a vice! Timmons struggles to escape the hold, as the life slowly drains from his face and his body goes limp! The ref signals for the bell! WINNER: ROSCOE PRICE The crowd was chanting CZW really loud when out of nowhere the lights in the arena goes pitch black. The crowd was on their feet once they heard over the speakers. “Ruthless Aggression.” They starts to chant her name as Papa Roach “Last Resort” come on blasting over the speakers. Smoke was coming up around the ramp as they were chanting her name when she slowly appears from the smoke. Ruthless Aggression hair was in a ponytail she was wearing a bandage across her forehead along with some stitches coming down her arms and face. You could tell they were flesh. As she was coming out from the smoke standing behind her was two young man with grins on their face. One young man you could tell she favor Ruthless Aggression a bit wearing a black leather jacket with a hood over his head. Along on her other side was a young asian both male and female wearing the same thing as the younger man. Ruthless Aggression start to slowly walk down the ramp taking in the crowd as the young guys that was with her just couldn’t believe what was happening. As the crowd starts to chant now “Welcome Home.” towards her. The young man that looks like her help her inside of the ring as the asian couple play to the crowd a bit. Ruthless with a bit of a limp in her step stood in the center of the ring. She was about to speak again but tears came down her face a bit as the crowd start to chant her name once more. She took in a deep breath as she spoke over the microphone. “It is good to be back home!” The young guys behind her start to clap along with the crowd towards her as she looks around a bit before speaking again. “I know some of you are wondering why I am looking like this. I was inside of a Cage of Doom match last night against another fellow CZW who was once my friend Ronnie Mcneil.” The crowd starts to chant his name also since he was a CZW lengad. She looks into the camera as she spoke. “We both have place on a great match at another company. Out of respect for CZW I will not mention the name of that place but have to say. Ronnie and I just place on a very bloody match I believe that will be in the record books. I just want him to know... so Freddie... if you listening back there. You tell your Uncle Thank You. Thank You for that match.” The crowd start to chant once more before as she stood there with a soft sighed just soaking in the crowd chants of her name. “For some of the new fans of CZW.. just in case you don’t know who I am.... “ The crowd chant her name as she just laughs as the young guys just laughs looking around couldn’t believe this as she just smirks. “I am Ruthless fucking Aggression. I was once a CZW Queen way back. I had some great feuds here. The reason I am here is to tell this company thank you. Thank you for giving me the chance you have given me. This company made me become the strongest wrestler in hardcore history as a woman. “ She nods a bit. “This company passion, heart and drive was something I would never forget about. It what keep me staying in this business because this company made me who I am today. I am one of the best dman wrestlers thanks to this company. This company help me become what I am today that is something I will NEVER forget. So I am here to say is one huge Thank You.” The crowd start to chant CZW once again as the young guys looks around the arena as the chants starts to change towards “One more match.” Ruthless Aggression looks around with a smile as she nods a bit. “I would be happy to give you that one more match but since there no women division here at this moment. I truly can’t do that but I have some gifts I would like to give towards CZW. These gifts in my mind are the future guys of CZW. CZW was the place in my eyes that help build me and I believe it would do the same too. When the time is right for these two men behind me to debut here as a tag team better know as the NEW HOMETOWN HEROES!” The crowd start to chant HTH as both of the young man looks around with the young woman with a sweet smile as Ruthless spoke a bit. “When the time is right these two is going to be taking this place by storm. It not because of the fact that Ruthless Aggression fucking say so oh.. no it would because they just will steal the damn show!” HTH start to play towards the crowd as she grins and looks right into the camera. “What do you think about that!” She drops the microphone as her theme song start to blast while she starts to sing her song along with the crowd. It plays out towards the commercial. |
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| xShanex | Oct 11 2015, 11:37 PM Post #2 |
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The lights go out in the arena. Immediately a thousand lighters (and cell phones with the lighter app) spring up, casting their eerie collective glow over the ammased crowd, whispers breaks out from some, and beath is held in a vice grip by others. The strings from Tearing the Veil from Grace, a blast straight from CZWs past, kicks in, those with long memories cheer, those with longer memories boo, but nostalgia wins through and the noise becomes mostly positive, rising in level as Mortius, his hair hanging over his face, steps slowly on to the stage, his slow procession to the top of the ramp synched to the slow rhythm of the growled vocals and distorted guitar. A purple spotlight follows him to the top of the ramp. The blastbeat kicks in and spotlights stutter over the crowds, flashing on and off to the high octane rhythm Mortius makes his way in to the ring, stepping inside and leaning over the opposite ropes, signalling for a mic. The music stops and the lights come back up, applause starts and chants of THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME! Break out. Mortius speaks straight over them, his attitude to the fans seemingly unchanged with the years. “The past five years have been a torment for me, I spent my childhood bitter and beaten down by life, my only escape in the form of wrestling... I saw it degrade before my eyes as time passed, so I trained, I worked out, I got in shape, all for one reason. To come to CZW, the big dog, and to tear it down for becoming what it had, for making a mockery of my heaven. I came here and I was dominant, I destroyed everyone in my way. As time went on though I found that my anger towards the business, and CZW in particular, got blunted around the edges, I found myself surrounded my people who, for better or worse, were in this with me, I hated them all, but not because of WHAT they were, but WHO they were, and that's an important distinction. So the monster didn't change, but the motivation did. This place made my hatred personal, it focused me, I settled in, I didn't make friends, but friends made me. This place became... Home” The crowd use the pause to interject their feelings on Mortius' statement, and CZW being back as a whole WEL COME HOME! WEL COME HOME! WEL COME HO... “THIS ISN'T HOME TO ME ANYMORE!” The chants stop and the boos start again “How can it be? This place changed me, I thought it made me better, but all it did was set me up for a fall, it became another example of my WHOLE FUCKING LIFE! And I was dumb enough to fall for it, I spent five damn years mourning this place. And when I got the call it was back I jumped at it, ready and willing, like an eager child, to be fooled all over again. And as the ink dried on that new contract I realised I had done it again. I had signed up for another dream crushing reality. Well not this time. This time this I expect this company to disappear just like it always has, the only thing i'm going to invest in it are my anger and frustration not only at this company, but at myself. FUCK CZW” The boos rain down harder than ever but are quickly exchanged for a huge pop, the crowd explode as “Let me Entertain You” starts to play over the speakers. Mortius hangs his head and shakes it as Brian Blaze steps on to the ramp smiling HELL IS GONE AND HEAVENS HERE, THERE'S NOTHING LEFT FOR YOU TO FEAR, SHAKE YOUR ASS, COME OVER HERE... “NOW SCREAM” Blaze shouts out along with the song, the most of the females and a good portion of the males stop singing along to scream “No” Mortius says this single word as Brian takes his neckerchief off and stuffs it down a female fans low cut top. Brian just smiles, the mic hanging in his right hand as he strokes the faces of the fans as he goes by, licking his finger and lifting his top to rub a nipple “Stop it” Brian walks up the stairs to the apron, his attention finally focused on Mortius “No, YOU stop it Mortius” “You dare to interrupt...” “You dare to blah blah blah” Brian mocks Mortius's low velvet tones before coming through the middle ropes and skipping up to Mortius, standing face to pectoral muscles, before taking a step back and framing his fingers as if to get Mortius in to frame. “When did you become such a bitch?” Mortius whips the hair from his face and stares fiercely at Blaze “CZW left me and now i'm going to beat it up! Do you hear yourself?! CZW didn't leave you, it was failing and I seem to remember you running away like a rat from a sinking ship!” Mortius takes a step towards Balze, but Blaze starts walking around the ring, Mortius staying stock still looking down at the canvas as Blaze continues, walking around him “Let me guess, you saw it was sinking, you saw it going down, you couldn't bear to be here as it happened... WELL I WAS! I was here while you skulked away, I went down with the fucking ship, and I moved on, Mr. Entertainment went on to entertain around the world while you went to your damn prison in Eksistense! But here's the thing, you didn't just leave CZW, you left behind those “friends that made you” as you put it, I found other partners, and believe me, I had a GREAT time, some of the best moments of my career, all possible because YOU were a fucking COWARD!” Mortius' fists clench, his knuckles white around the microphone still in his hand, his head still looking down, focused on nothing “And now you're back, you decided that we're back to sink again, and you want to help it on its way, back to destroy, and take vengeance on CZW. You convinced yourself that what you did was right?! WELL IT WASN'T RIGHT! And when I found out you were coming back, I seek you out, I forgive you for EVERYTHING...” “I DIDN'T ASK FOR YOUR FOGIVENESS” Mortius pivots on the spot to face Blaze “No, but you still got it, I had some of the best time allying with others, but I had the BEST time allying with you Mortius, I come at you with open arms, and you don't even have the courtesy to have an open FIST! You deserted me man, five fucking years, and you turn up and have the audacity to blame CZW, to blame us, to blame ME!, not happening.” Blaze steps up close to Mortius once more, looking up in to his former partners eyes. “I have to face a MONSTER later, and this monster is carrying a freak on a leash, this monster is a face from the past, this monster is JESSE MONTANA! I thought the monster was Negriscense, but I was a fool, only a fool would look at those two together and think his abused pet is the monster out of them both. No, I have to face Jesse, a man you know of, a man we watched destroy and dominate while we were starting out, and I need someone to back me up, I need someone who, when he was around, always had my back, I need you. My monster to keeps Negriscenses monster at bay. Ally with me, be there again, become the Disasterpiece! DIS ASTER PIECE! DIS ASTER PIECE! The chants start small and raise to an almighty volume as Mortius stares down at Blaze, he looks away for a second and then comes back with a hard kick Brian Blaze's gut The chant turns to boos he spins blaze around and takes him in to a reverse headlock, bending him over backwards The boos get louder as they realise what's coming then grabs his tights and lifts him up in to a reverse suplex position... letting go and catching Blazes waist on the way down, spiking him with a tombstone. The Downward Spiral! Blaze's left leg twitches as he lies broken on the canvas The arena is filled and fuelled with the sound of hatred for Mortius, the fans reaction threatens to drown out Mortius' music, which has kicked in from blastbeat as he slides out under the ropes and makes his way up the aisle, not even looking back at the carnage he caused, not seeing Brian Blaze jerk, his hand reach out for the dropped mic, looking up from his downed position, up to the top of the ramp, the first Mortius knows is the voice, cutting over the music and the fans... “So is that a yes or a no?” MATCH 4 KRIMZON BLAZE VS MR. KILJOY The camera returns to the ring where Jessica Towers stands smiling, microphone at the ready. Towers: “The following contest is schedule for one-fall!” The arena goes black, but a single white spotlight emits at the top of the stage as "Taking You Down" by Egypt Central begins playing as "The Aerial Specialist" Krimzon Blaze is seen at the top of the ramp! The fans become unglued cheering as Blaze walks down the ramp way towards the ring and claps as many hands as he can before giving a young fan a pair of his trademark KB glasses. Towers: “Introducing first, from Detroit, Michigan! He stands 5’6”, weighing in at 215lbs! He is “The Aerial Specialist”, KRIMZOOOOOOOOOOOON BLAZE!” Blaze runs, entering the ring as green pyro erupts on all four corners. KB gives off his signature double-gun taunt as the fans shower him with applause and a “WELCOME BACK!” chant. Daniels: “Krimzon Blaze is back home in the Combat Zone, and listen to this ovation!” Masters: “You don’t recognize sympathy, do you Daniels?” Daniels: “And you obviously don’t recognize a decorated champion when you see one! Blaze is CZW, and it’s great to see him back.” Blaze fires himself up as his music dies down. The lights go out in the arena as “Hello Zep” by Charlie Clouser, the theme song to the movie Saw, begins to play. Green smoke starts to come out of entrance way as we see the insane Mr. KIljoy entering with a wicked smile before laughing hysterically. Towers: “And his opponent, standing 6’4” and weighing in at 225lbs! He is “The Nutcase”, MR> KIIIIIIILJOOOOOOY!” Daniels: “It seems they’re letting everyone get a second chance these days.” Masters: “Bloody hell I hate clowns.” Daniels: “You going to be alright, Masters?” Masters: “….I…..Clowns…..Gah…” He skips for a few feet then makes a quick run towards the ring and slides in, going to the corner and climbing the turnbuckle, staring at the crowd and stops laughing and smiling, looking at them with an icy stare. He then jumps down and sits in the corner. The ref checks with both men, Blaze nodding that he’s ready while Kiljoy just tilts his head to the side, chuckling under his breath. The bell rings and both men move in for the lock-up, only for KB to catch a sucker punch from Kiljoy! Blaze recoils as Kiljoy laughs, lunging from behind, trying to gouge Blaze’s eyes out! KB fights him off, connecting with a roundhouse kick before turning and taking Kiljoy down with a Spinning Heel Kick! Blaze goes for a cover but is pushed off almost immediately. Blaze leaps for a dropkick as Kiljoy gets to his feet, but Kiljoy dodges, rips KB up with a T-Bone Suplex, then bounces off of the ropes, coming back and slamming Blaze’s head into the mat with a curbstomp! Daniels: “OH! Krimzon Blaze served a helping of Cotton Candy!” Masters: “Kiljoy goes for the cover, but he doesn’t need it! Blaze is dead!” 1! - - - - - 2! - - - - Kick Out! Blaze muscles out as Kiljoy grunts in frustration, before chuckling and slipping into a sick grin. He picks Blaze up, hooking him for a DDT, before Blaze unravels his wrist, using the momentum to twist, catching Kiljoy with a pele kick! Kiljoy stumbles over as Blaze hooks him for a suplex! He kips-up to his feet, hitting the ropes and running back, connecting with a standing shooting star press, The Holy Shot! Instead of going for the pin, Blaze sits Kiljoy up, hyping up the crowd before flipping again, connecting with a standing shooting star dropkick! Masters: “Smash that clown’s bloody teeth in!” Daniels: “Blaze calls that, in his unique way, “IN YO FACE!” and he…wait, did you just support Blaze here?” Masters: “I hate clowns, Daniels. Blaze is doing the world a service.” Daniels: “And he goes for the cover!” 1! - - - - - - 2! - - - - - - - - Kick Out! Both men, now beat down, try to regain their footing with KB on one knee and Kiljoy using the ropes to climb up to his feet. Blaze charges at Kiljoy with a head of steam, but Kiljoy leaps up, splitting his legs open on the middle rope as Blaze goes diving out onto the floor! Kiljoy leaps back into the ring, bounding off of the ropes before suicide diving himself….but misses as Blaze rolls back into the ring, and Kiljoy crashes and burns! Kiljoy writhes on the ground and slowly gets to his feet as Blaze follows his footsteps and bounces off of the ropes, running up and springboarding onto Kiljoy with a Shooting Star Plancha! Blaze hauls Kiljoy’s lifeless body up and rolls him into the ring, sliding in after him. He crawls over, attempting a cover, but catches a thumb to the eye from Kiloy! Kiljoy laughs, propping himself up into a crabwalk, before rolling onto his feet and hooks Blaze from behind, dropping him with the Means to an End but keeps the hold! He drags Blaze back up, looking to connect with Coulrophobia! As he lifts, KB comes to life, flipping over and landing on his feet, pushing Kiljoy into the corner before running and kicking Kiljoy in the face, putting him On Dream Street! He drags Kiljoy into the center and hoists him on his shoulders, tossing his off and kicking him in the head! Daniels: “The Kode of Silence and this is- Wait, he’s going for more?!” Blaze hauls the beaten down Kiljoy to his feet, hooking him under the chin before yelling out “CZW IS FOREVER”, then lifts Kiljoy into the air and drops him with a sheerdrop braibuster! Masters: “My word!” Daniels: “Blaze calls that The Mighty Death Pop!” Masters: “And he covers!” 1! - - - - - 2! - - - - - - - 3! “Taking You Down” by Egypt Central blasts through the arena once more as Blaze’s hand is raised in victory. Towers: “Here is your winner, KRIMZOOOOOOON BLAZE!” Daniels: “Blaze told the world that he was back to do big things in CZW, and he’s starting off right!” Masters: “And dropped a face-painted menace in the process.” Daniels: “Krimzon Blaze does it, fo- wait, it's Kiljoy!” From behind, Mr. Kiljoy snatches Blaze up and drops him with Coulrophobia! Getting up and holding his sides, Kiljoy laughs uncontrollably as he slides from the ring, breaking every now and then to glare madly at Blaze, before laughing again, all the way back up the ramp and backstage. WINNER: KRIMZON BLAZE We cut to pitch black darkness.. A single lightbulb sparks to life.. One of those hanging-style ones.. Its orange glow giving just enough light to see a solitary figure standing in the half-darkness. This figure wears black pants, upon which a vivid crimson “bloodsplatter” pattern runs. A long trench straitjacket, gothic in design, hangs open allowing us to see his bare, relatively chiselled torso. Upon his feet black boots, sturdy in their look... His hair hangs scruffy, the red highlights there contrasting the black, just like the rest of his attire... And his face... Well... His face is blank... Literally... For this isn't a human face... The guitar riff of “Inside My Head” by Fozzy hits suddenly, and the Horrorcore live audience put two and two together, giving one of those loud-but-muffled cheers you get when the TV is showing a video package that those in attendance can also see... This is a mannequin, dressed to create a tease of the man who owns it... The final piece of this visual jigsaw is a sign hanging around the neck... White card, scrawled lettering in black marker... Two words... Or three if you're pedantic... WE'RE BAAAAAACK!!! A maniacal laugh can be heard... And the light cuts suddenly.. The darkness returning momentarily.. Before smoky white letters deliver what brings the biggest pop yet... CORBIN RETURNS OVERDRIVE! They hang in the air for mere seconds, before an unseen force blows them away.. The camera zooms out from the promo, backstage to monitor. The camera pans to the left, finding a single man watching the wrestling return and CZW debut promo for Leon Corbin. That man is Ryan Shane. Ryan narrows his eyes, then turns as the camera pans once more to find his wife Cassidy. Without a word, Ryan takes her hand, and the two disappear down the hall. MATCH 5 NIGRESCENCE W/ JESSE MONTANA VS BRIAN BLAZE Jessica: The next contest is scheduled for one fall. HELL IS GONE AND HEAVEN'S HERE, THERE'S NOTHING LEFT FOR YOU TO FEAR,SHAKE YOUR ASS, COMEOVER HERE, NOW SCREAM! Daniels: We're hearing that music for the second time tonight I'M A BURNING EFFIGY OF EVERYTHING I USED TO BE, YOU'RE THE ROCK OF EMPATHY, MY DEAR Masters: Yeah, I wonder if he's recovered from the first So come on LET MEEEEEEE... Brian Blaze shoots through the curtain as the song continues, the crowd going wild, showing no signs of the attack earlier from Mortius Daniels: He certainly looks okay, oh what's he doing Blaze strolls over the the same girl from earlier and reaches down her top, fishing out the neckerchief he's put there earlier and blowing her a kiss as he ties it quickly around his neck. He hi fives some fans before rolling under the ring ropes, removing the neckerchief again and throwing it to the crowd Masters: What the hell was the point in that? Daniels: I don't think it was about the neckerchief Masters: You wishing he'd put it down your top there Jared? Daniels: **Sigh** I mean... NO, of course not Masters: Well the big question here is whether Mortius is going to ally himself with Blaze once more, though after earlier I don't think it'll be happening Brian looks up the ramp when they haunting strings of Apocolytpica play over speakers as the lights cut in the arena Masters: AND HERE HE COMES, THE GREATEST LEGEND IN ALL OF WRESTLING Daniels: Is El Pablo here? Masters: Bite your tongue... IT'S JESSE MONTANA!!! A red light plays over mist as indeed, Jesse Montana, dressed in an immaculate suit, leads a shuffling, brutish looking masked man on the end of a chain, chewing gum and playing to the uproarious amount of boos, the loudest of the night by far, as cast in his direction. Daniels: Looks like someone forgot to tell Nigrescence that the costume battle royal was earlier Masters: How very DARE you, he's a disfigured man, would you tell a cripple the drag race was missing an entrant? Daniels: That's not what I... of course I.... Blaze has a mic! Masters: Masterful deflection there by Daniels Blaze: The Monster, at last Montana smiles goofily and tilts his head to the side, pointing to himself in an exaggerated way. He pulls Nigrescense to the ropes and leans over for a microphone. Montana: You just set on pissing EVERYONE off today aint cha? You keep calling me a monster, but you saw a monster earlier, and yous DUMB ass decided you'd like to see what happened when you poked him, and you seem fixated on me, and seeing me as the threat, ignoring this very real, and very dangerous monster on the end of my leash Nigrescense is cowered in the corner, pulling out his hair, and staring out of the corner of his eye at Blaze Montana: You wanna poke him too? NOT.... like that Blaze, he's not an underage groupie Daniels: Despicable Montana basks in the boos raining down from the fans as Blaze looks in to Jesse's eyes, anger building. Montana: Now, there's nothing i'd like better than to beat you sensible, but CZW won't allow it, and to be honest, I just had a manicure and wouldn't want to dirty my nails on you. Blaze steps forward and Montana put up his dukes, mock dancing, that same goofy look on his face, the chain jerks and Nigrescense is pulled from whatever reverie he'd been in, Coming to Jesse's side and glaring at Blaze Montana: Ooooh, looks like I occidentally woke the beast. Now you'll see who the real mons... The lights go black Daniels: Looks like we've had a powercut Masters: Yup, it's a powercut, it's never failed to once be a powercut, it's always a powercut, what's next? “stay with us folks, we'll be back just...” Daniels: Stay with us folks, we'll be back just as soon as we get this sorted Masters: sigh Daniels... SIGH! The lights come back up and Mortius is between Jesse and Blaze, staring straight in to Blaze's eyes, his own narrowed and angry Masters: This is Blazes own fault, you don't go around taunting dragons Behind him Jesse undoes the collar of Nigrescense, he straightens his jacket and with a cocky look, blows a kiss to Blaze around Mortius Mortius raises his arm and brings it down, spinning as he does, wrapping his fingers around Jesse Montana's throat, the crowd ERUPT, raising in their seats as Mortius bends slightly to lift Montana... Daniels: NO Masters: YES! Nigrescense has thrown himself on Mortius' back, choking him from behind, Mortius lets go of Jesse's throat and Jesse rolls to the outside, rubbing his neck and straightening his tie, that cocky grin immediately back on his face Blaze jumps up, grabbing Nigrescense around the throat by the crook of his arm and forcing him to let go of Mortius, slamming him to the ground, Nigrescense sqeals over and over, backing in to the corner as Mortius spins around to look at the masked freak in the eye. Then he lowers his gaze to Blaze, back on his feet, with his hand outstretched. He nods and mouths “we back?” Mortius grasps his hand and nods before going over the top rope to the outside, Montana looks on and claps his hands sarcastically, nodding and chewing, the smirk never gone from his face DING DING DING! Daniels: And finally we are underway in this one.. The bell sounds, and Blaze stumbles forwards, hit in the back by an enraged Nigrescense. BeeBz stumbles into the ropes, whereupon the beating continues. Our official steps in, but gets pushed away by Nigrescense. This draws a more physical response, with Montana's man pulled back and given a stern telling off. Masters: He wasn't doing anything wrong! Daniels: He didn't give Blaze a break.. Masters: He doesn't have to! With the telling off finished, Nigrescense tries to mount offence again, only to have Blaze's boot hit his midsection, giving Mr Entertainment the upper hand. A trio of European Uppercuts follow, before Blaze charges backwards, bouncing off the ropes and connecting with a flying forearm. Both men are up quickly, and BB once again gets offence, this time in the form of a snapped DDT. He covers. ONE - - - - TWO - KICKOUT!! The kickout comes fast, and BB takes a front-facelock, controlling the rise. His suplex attempt is blocked, and then countered, with Nigresence landing a suplex of his own. Blaze rises in the corner, where he's quickly trapped by an onslaught of punches. These punches are followed by a bite, right on BB's nose. With Blaze stunned, he's then thrown from the corner by a T-Bone suplex. Nigrescence makes his first cover. ONE - - - - TW-NO.. Blaze kicks out at two, which draws some slow applause from Mortius. It also draws shouting from Montana, yelling at his client to keep the pressure on. The pressure comes in the form or a neckbreaker, then a sidewalk slam, before Nigrescence climbs to the middle turnbuckle. Letting BB rise, a flying elbow drop is the follow up, which Nigrescence lands in pinning position. ONE - - - - TWO - - KICKOUT!! Some anger shows from Nigrescence, who pounds away at the head of Blaze before standing up. A slow stalk follows, with Blaze rising to his feet.... He turns... A boot flies... Masters: Nigresence Express! Daniels: DUCKED!! Blaze ducks under the boot, then nails a boot to the gut, then one to the head.. And finally, a superkick of his own... Daniels: MONEY SHOT! Nigresence staggers, rather than falling, so BB quickly traps an arm, sliding between Nigresence's legs into pumphandle position... Masters: THAT IS WHAT I DID TO YOUR MOTHER LAST NIGHT! Daniels: It's THIS is what I did to your mother last night... Masters: I wasn't calling the move... I was stating fact... The tombstone impact is heard all around the arena. Blaze holds his position for a pin. ONE - - - - TWO - - - TH-NOPE!! A gasp goes out for the kickout. Blaze rises, shaking his head in disbelief.. But he knows what he must do to win.. WHO'S THE BOSS?!?!?! He charges back into the ropes.. Daniels: Here comes the Tony Danza.. He... Stays at the ropes Masters: No dice! Daniels: JESSE HAS GOT HIM! Blaze turns to see Jesse Montana holding onto his ankle. The veteran raises his hands in innocence, then starts to scarper as Mort comes charging around the corner after him. Daniels: Get the cheat! Masters: You sound just like the grannies back home in the eighties.. Blaze suddenly finds it hard to breathe.. Probably due to the Tazzmission being applied.. Daniels: Nigresence.. Where did he come from?... He's got the Darkness Prevails locked in tight... The pair fall back to the mat, with Blaze fading fast.... Masters: I don't think he's going to get chance to tap.. Blaze goes limp, and the referee immediately calls it.. DING DING DING Jessica: Here is your winner, Nigresence! He lets go and slides from the ring, while Mort slides in the other side, slapping the side of Blaze's face and trying to wake him up. Daniels: Blaze passes out to that deadly submission chokehold... Masters: Can't beat a good solid hold. WINNER: NIGRESCENCE MATCH 6 MORTIUS VS FREDDIE STYLES Mort barely has time to console Blaze before the “FXS” symbol flashes on the screen. “Believe Me” hits the arena, and Freddie steps out from behind the curtain. He just stands there for a moment before bouncing from side to side, then making his slow walk towards the ring. The verse continues… “I'm the only one that get the job done I don't know nobody that could cover for me Yeah, got some game from my dad He said she might say she love me She don't love me like she say she love me Believe me, believe me I'm that winner, boy they love me in the streets I'm not tryna find nobody else to beat I'm the one they come to see because they all Believe me” Jessica: Making his way to the ring, from Atlanta, Georgia.. He weighs two hundred and twenty-five pounds... FREDDIE STYLES!! Daniels: Mortius getting no time to assist Blaze as his opponent makes his way out. Masters: Well there's no point wasting time. Might as well keep things moving along. Some of us have places to be later tonight. Jessica: and his opponent.. Already in the ring... From San Antonio, Texas... MORTIUS!! Freddie slowly walks up the ring steps, and steps through the ropes. He then stands on the middle rope, holding one arm above him, before stepping down and leaning over in a corner, awaiting the beginning of the match. Blaze nods at Mort, sliding from the ring to be checked by the ringside medics. The behemoth rises in his own corner, the two staring down as they await the bell.. DING DING DING Which comes quickly... Allowing them to stride forward and lock up. The size advantage is immediately apparent when Styles goes flying backwards, a forceful push from Mort sending him on his way.. Rising up, Freddie comes in again, this time getting launched off into a corner. He charges in a third time, but instead of a tie-up, he finds a rather large boot.. Outstretched right about the height of his jaw. Styles lands with a thump, and Mort immediately tries to drop an elbow. He gets nothing but mat, as the speedier Styles rolls to the side. He shoots up, some round kicks to the thigh slowing Mort's rise. An irish whip is attempted, but the bigger man manages to block it, and then counter with a whip of his own. Freddie ducks the swinging arm, and then the back elbow, using the ropes on the third time to springboard back with a slightly sloppy dropkick. Daniels: Freddie still feeling the effects of that big boot. Masters: He'll be feeling the effects for the next week. Heck, I'LL be feeling the effects for the next week. It was that strong. Freddie tries a German suplex, but the size advantage once again comes into play. Unable to lift his opponent, Freddie transitions into an inverted DDT, dropping Mort on the back of his head, before racing up to drop a leg across the neck. He covers... ONE - - - - But doesn't even get two. A front facelock quickly becomes a hangman's neckbreaker, and Styles' second cover.. ONE - - - - TWO Is only just better than his first... He shoots up again, this time rushing at the ropes. Charging back he tries a curb stomp, but misses as Mort evades. The big man goes for a big elbow, a wild swing missing completely... Which allows Freddie back in, hitting an elbow smash of his own... Daniels: Remix! Mort staggers, but stays standing. A second elbow connects... Masters: Remix Remixed! But still Mort refuses to fall... Grabbing the wrist, Freddie tries to pull his opponent into a third elbow... Daniels: Once Mo.. NO! Mort hooks under the arm, breaking free of the grip and trapping that side too... It quickly becomes a full nelson... With Freddie hauled off his feet... Daniels: Crucifix! Mortius quite literally crucifying his opponent.. Masters: Freddie Styles' neck might snap here.. All that pressure on it has to be unbearable... Mort interlocks his fingers, pushing down to really pile on the pain... Freddie can barely nod his head as he yells out in submission... DING DING DING Jessica: Here is your winner... MORTIUS!! Mort lets go, with Freddie landing to a thump. He clutches his neck, rolling out to be checked by the medics... Rather handily, Blaze has recovered enough that he no longer needs those same medics, which allows him to roll in, joining Mortius in the ring. Daniels: A bittersweet night for Disasterpiece... Blaze loses, but Mortius wins in style... WINNER: MORTIUS “Doormats” hits the air once more as the fans erupt into cheers, and Derek Damage appears on the stage. He admires the crowd for a moment, as a “C-Z-DUB!” chants begins. Damage takes up his microphone. Damage: “BROOKLYN!” The crowd goes wild! Damage: “Hahaha, that’s what I like to hear! It’s been a crazy, outstanding night here tonight, and we still have the main event to determine our new X-Division Champion to go! But…..there’s more than one championship in CZW….” Damage produces a clever grin as if he knows something that everyone else doesn’t. Damage: “No, we also have the CZW World Heavyweight Championship! CZW is always about bringing the new, but at the same time bringing action from the CZW mainstays you came here to see! So it’s my pleasure here tonight to announce a new project of mine. Let’s call it….the Derek Damage Championship Challenge! The DDCC! Where we take two former World Champions and two men who many believe could take the title if given the chance, and we let them battle it out in a mini-tournament, where the winner will be crowned the NEW CZW World Heavyweight Champion at our next Pay-Per-View event, Evil Intentions in December!” Another “CZW!” chant explodes from the crowd as the Barclays Center becomes unglued. Damage: “But we’ll save that all for Overdrive! Right now, Jessica, bring out the competitors for the main event!” “Doormats” plays again as Derek motions to Jessica Towers in the ring, giving her the floor, before heading to the back. MATCH 7 MAIN EVENT CZW X-DIVISION CHAMPIONSHIP SAM ATTIC VS EDDIE ROWAN VS TOMMY VENTURA The camera hovers over the crowd for a moment, before returning to Jessica Towers in the ring, the referee behind her holding the new CZW X-Division Title. Towers: “Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is your Main Event of Horrorcore, and is a triple-threat match for the CZW X-Division Championship!” Slowly the lights begin to fade as the P.A. system erupts into life : "If I had a world of my own Everything would be nonsense Nothing would be what it is Because everything would be what it isn't" It becomes quiet in the arena for a moment, before pyro erupts from both sides of the stage, sending massive amounts of golden sparks into the air. The tron comes to life showing Tommy Ventura's highlights, as “Her Name is Alice” by Shinedown continues and the man himself slowly walks onto stage to enormous boos from the capacity crowd. Ventura basks in the ambience of hatred that has fueled him his whole career and slowly begins to approach the ring, as the lights flash all around the arena. Every few steps or so more pyro pops from either side of him on his way down the ramp, until he reaches the ring and slowly creeps up the steel steps and into the ring. Towers: “Introducing first, from Dublin, Ireland! He stands 6’4”, weighing in at 285lbs! He is “The Vile One”, TOMMY VENTURA!” Daniels: “Tommy Ventura, the winner of the costume battle royal has the honor of competing for one of the most prestigious championships in CZW history on his very first show!” Masters: “He’s also at the most disadvantage after wading through 15 other competitors early tonight…but there’s something about him…” Daniels: “I know what you mean. We haven’t seen much of him in CZW, but Ventura’s past is well-documented. He’s dangerous, skilled….and eerie.” Masters: “He’s a snake…and I think he may have what it takes to win this thing tonight.” He removes his jacket and hands it to the referee, raising one solitary fist into the air in open defiance against all those who would oppose him. The music continues to serenade the crowd as Tommy then leans into the corner, and waits for his opponent to enter the arena. Smoke fills the entrance way as “Chalk Outline” by Three Days Grace plays and a lone figure slowly emerges with head down, long hair covering his face, arms limp to his sides. Slowly he raises his head and the painted face of a clown with pain etched into the makeup looks towards the ring and then slowly tilting his head to look at the people around him. Towers: “Next, from Wichita, Kansas! He stands 6’2”, weighing in at 235lbs! He is “Psycho” SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM AAAAAATTIC!” Masters: “Not more clowns!” Daniels: “I don’t think this is a Kiljoy scenario, Masters. Sam Attic is no fool. He’s a Fiscus, a former X-Division champion himself. This has to be mind games, like he’s so good at.” Masters: “I don’t quite care what it is. Someone needs to put the clown down!” With slow measured steps he makes his way to the ring, rolling under the bottom rope and to the corner where he leans against the bottom turnbuckle with his arms limp in his lap and head slightly tilted towards the center of the ring. His eyes narrow, watching everything happening. “Slip Slide Melting” by For Love Not Lisa rocks onto the speakers as the crowd ships up into a frenzy of cheers! Eddie Rowan heads out through the curtain full of energy, pumping up the crowd as he makes his way to the ring, pausing now and then to look out to the crowd and tag a few hands. Towers: “And their opponent, from Seattle, Washington! He stands 6” and weighs in at 225lbs! He is “The Clown, The Killer, the Saint”, EDDIIIIIIE ROWAAAAAN!” Daniels: “Listen to this place! The Barclays Center has come unglued!” Masters: “Are you surprised? He is a former World Champion.” Daniels: “A former World Champion, X-Division Champion, Tag-Team Champion! Eddie Rowan is a perfect example of the elite in CZW, and he’s back in line for another X-Division Championship!” He hops over the ropes into the ring and poses in the center of the second rope, bouncing a bit as he basks in the cheers. Rowan leaps back into the ring and squares off with both Attic and Ventura as the ref holds the X-Division title high in the air, displaying it to all three of the competitors, before handing the belt to the ringside and signaling for the bell! Ventura strikes first, reaching for Attic, how ducks his arm and reaches for Rowan, who ducks Attic’s arm and reaches for Ventura, who in turn ducks his arm and the three square off again! Attic smashes Ventura in the gut with a boot, hooking him for a DDT as Rowan runs in, catching an elbow for his trouble! Ventura swings up, using his momentum to break free and hook Attic in a side headlock! Rowan once again approaches, catching a kick to the chest! Attic rips free, hooking Ventura for a suplex but can’t seem to get him over! Both men break free as Rowan leaps into the air, cracking them both in the head with single leg dropkicks! Rowan snatches a scrambling Attic up, dropping him with a spinning neckbreaker. As he gets to his feet, Ventura flies into the scene with an enzuigiri, smacking Rowan in the back of the head! As Rowan stumbles, Ventura grabs him with a german suplex, hauling him through the air and onto the back of his head and neck, bridging into a pin! 1! - - - - - - 2! - - - - - - No! Daniels: “Quick acting by Attic!” Masters: “He’s a quick clown. Lovely.” Attic breaks up the pin attempt, shoving both men over! He rains down stomps onto them both, grinning like a mad man a she does so. He manages to kick Rowan under the bottom rope, turning his attention to Ventura. Attic runs, bouncing off of the ropes, and then flips, coming down on Ventura with a flipping legdrop! Attic hauls Ventura up to his feet, and then onto his shoulders in a fireman’s carry while crossing his legs! Daniels: “This looks like one of Attic’s new moves we’ve heard about. He calls it the Crybaby!” Masters: “He’s moving a few of us to tears right now!” Daniels: “Attic turns and wait, there’s Rowan!” Rowan, now on the apron, springboards back into the ring with a crossbody that drops Attic and their combined body weight on Ventura! As Attic gets to his feet, Rowan hoists him up over his shoulder and turns into an air raid crash position, then drops Attic neck-first across his knee. Daniels: “And there’s the Green River Plunge! Rowan crashes Attic onto his knee and into the mat!” Masters: “I think I saw his neck bend in three places at once!” Daniels: “Rowan covers!” 1! - - - - - - Kick out! Daniels & Masters: “What!?” Somehow, Attic gets the shoulder up. Rowan looks confused at the referee, unsure of if he heard the two-count correctly or not. He takes the roughed-up Attic back up, setting up with a double-underhook, looking for The Evenflow! Rowan flips, driving Attic down with the front flip lungblower! As he rolls through, Ventura catches Rowan from out of nowhere, right under the chin with a superkick! Daniels: “BAH GAWD, HE BROKE HIS JAW!” Ventura drops onto Rowan for the cover! 1! - - - - - - - 2! - - - - - - - NO! Crawling on his hands and knees, Attic has enough strength to break up the pin before falling back over on his side, clutching his pain in excruciating pain! The three men, sprawled across the mat, struggle to get back to their feet. Rowan is the first, followed by Ventura, and then the hurting Attic in the center of them. Before he can react, Attic catches another lethal Ventura superkick to the chin, turning him around to find Rowan in wait, who hits with him with an inverted atomic drop, followed immediately by an enzuigiri: the Rowan Special! He brings Attic up, hooking him into a fireman’s carry as Ventura begins to climb the turnbuckle behind him. Eddie swings Attic, dropping him down with an inverted piledriver! Daniels: “The EVD! Rowan has it!” Just as Rowan goes for the pin, Ventura leaps from the ropes, dropping down with a diving elbow drop across Attic’s legs! Both men lay across Attic, as the ref looks confused for a moment, before bringing down two hands to count the pin! 1! - - - - - - - - 2! - - - - - - - - 3!?!? Daniels: “He’s done it! Rowan has reclaimed the X-Division Championship!” Masters: “Are you mad? Ventura had the fall there! He’s the champion!” No music plays as even the fans now look to each other in confusion. The referee calls Jessica Towers over and whispers into her ear. With a stunned look on her face, Towers brings her microphone up. Towers: “Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has ruled that both Eddie Rowan AND Tommy Ventura held the winning pinfall of the match…..so here are your winners and now CO-X-Division Champions, TOMMY VENTURA AND EDDIE ROWAN!” The ref receives the X-Division Championship from ringside and brings it to both men, handing one side of the belt to each of them before raising their arms in the air! It takes a moment before both Ventura and Rowan come to and realize what has happened, both men turning to each other with anger! Daniels: “There are no words…..both Eddie Rowan and Tommy Ventura are the X-Division Champion?” Masters: “This makes no damn sense! Damage has to have a response to this!” Daniels: “Well, anything can and HAS happened in CZW. Combat Nation, we’re back, and thank you for joining us here at Horrorcore and for the rebirth of CZW! Goodnight!” For one last time, we see the now co-X-Division Champions holding their title high, as multi-colored pyro explodes on the corners, as well as on the stage, and confetti falls from the ceiling onto the roaring fans! |
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